Trafford’s Trading Club

"...In the end, I killed Nero. .The fastest updated"

Using the communication equipment stolen from Nero, Cook was communicating with the club.

The other side remained silent, listening to Cook's return. After a long time, a voice came from the other side: "The tyrant has always been difficult to control, but for such a long time, only Nero can inherit the Yama Sword. But this She has to blame herself for this matter. Since she succeeded in irritating you, she should bear the consequences of death by herself... Well, as long as the Yan Demon Sword has been recovered. Cook, since Dongfang's mission has failed, you should come back immediately."

"I know." Cook responded calmly.

On the table was his treasured gun and the rusty Yama Dao. After Cook turned off the communication, he also put the communicator together.

He brought a basin of warm water and waited until the towel was soaked before wringing some out.

San'er and Xiaozhi were now settled on the chairs. He wiped away the traces of San'er's complexion with a towel, and also wiped Xiao Zhi's face. The man's pain was clearly revealed in his movements.

Because he is so gentle.

Having recovered his memory, he is quite clear. He doesn't love this woman... The only one who has abnormal feelings for San'er is a man named Mark.

"My original name was Cook."

After tidying up San'er and Xiaozhi's bodies so that they looked like they were asleep, Cook sat next to them and began to wipe his spear.

"When I was three years old, someone told me that I was a resident of the Kingdom of Shadows."

Cook squinted one eye, calmly raised the tip of the spear to the level of his sight, and then gently wiped it away.

"But where is the Kingdom of Shadows? I never knew. Later, a woman took me in, took me to the snowy peak, and trained me on it."

"Probably when I was ten years old, I killed a bear on a snowy peak with my own hands."

He said things that he had never said to anyone else and only belonged to his memories.

"I have been living with her like this for fifteen years... This woman is my teacher."

Cook smiled calmly and continued to wipe the spear, "In my opinion, she is not only my teacher, but also an extremely important woman to me. It's not love, but I can't live without it."

"It's called gáe-bolg, and it's the only thing she gave me."

…

"I've been looking for her all these years."

Cook took a deep breath and was silent for a long time. Then he breathed out softly and said calmly: "That's fine, let Mark be here to accompany you forever."

…

"In summary, I am a not very lucky person."

He sat quietly for a while, then stood up and packed away his gun, knife and some equipment. He has always been a traveler.

Since he is a traveler, he will naturally leave after a short stay. Cook remembered that the woman who gave him everything once said that he should stop chasing her figure, because one day, he would encounter something worthy of his nostalgia.

"But it will also be shattered, not...teacher."

Cook smiled sadly, and after packing up his things, he looked at the mother and daughter on the chair for the last time, opened the door to the living room... and left.

"Turn on the light first! It will hit you! Xiao Zhi!!"

but……

"I know, Mom!"

When the light tube in the store suddenly lit up, Cook stiffened his whole body... Was it a dream?

"Uncle Mark! You're back!!" The little girl quickly kicked off her shoes in the front store and rushed up to Cook's side.

Is it...a dream?

"You're back. Are you hungry? Let me go and make you something to eat?" San'er still looked a little reluctant, but asked softly.

Is it...a dream?

Cook subconsciously looked back at the living room. On the chair... I don't know when, there were only piles of sand left.

"Uncle Mark! Why is there so much sand in the house?" Xiaozhi pulled Cook's trousers and raised his head and asked.

"It's true!" San'er was surprised to see that the chairs in the living room were covered with sand, and looked confused: "Did you pick it back?"

"What are you doing?" Cook muttered to himself.

San'er said: "I went to the police station, and then Xiaozhi suddenly had a stomachache. Then he went to the health station to get some medicine and an injection. He said it was gastrointestinal discomfort, and he just came back."

"Police station? When?" Cook frowned.

San'er thought: "Well... not long after you went out in the afternoon, right? A policeman came and knocked on the door, asking me to go back and assist in the investigation. It seems that someone wrote something with paint yesterday... I don't know who it was. Did you call the police? The police asked me to go to the police station to make a record. I wasn’t worried about Xiao Zhi being alone, so I took him with me. But when did such a young policeman come to our town? I didn’t know that before. Know."

"Xiao Zhi has never seen it before!" Xiao Zhi raised his hand like a student answering a teacher's question, "But that policeman brother smells so good! It smells better than the perfume my mother hides in the cabinet!"

"Xiao Zhi!!" San'er immediately patted his daughter's forehead gently, and then said fiercely: "If you don't go to the warm water, you have to take medicine! Do you want to have a stomachache in the middle of the night?"

"I know!" Xiao Zhi ran into the living room.

San'er looked at Mark at this time, his face turned red, and he said softly: "What are these you are holding?"

Cook took a deep breath and said calmly: "Your matter has been solved. I'm a little tired. If you have anything else, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Then eat..."

"Need not."

Not a dream.

…

…

The fire that broke out in the mill didn't know when it stopped. A lot of things were burned here, but after all, it was right by the river, so the fire naturally couldn't spread forever.

All that's left of the original mill are some charred objects, some of which are the original wood from the mill, and some of which are just... human bodies.

Boss Luo walked through the ashes, stopped in front of a charred corpse, and snapped his fingers.

The charred corpse suddenly cracked open at this time. After a layer of charred black things cracked, a trace of smoothness was seen, and then all of them cracked... A figure sat up from the charcoal, stretching, but not touching. thread.

"I really thought I was going to die."...Nero.

In front of Boss Luo, Nero, even though he was not wearing any clothes, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, stretched out his hand to twist his neck, and said with a smile: "After the mother and daughter went home, did Cook cry?"

Boss Luo shook his head.

Nero immediately sighed in disappointment, and said lowly as if he was deeply shocked: "Not only did I lose, but I couldn't even earn two tears from Uncle Cook... What a failure."

Boss Luo was silent.

Nero was surprised, so he stretched out and lay down on the ground like this. He said to himself: "With Uncle Cook's character, he has probably reported that I have died. What happens next? You don’t have to go back to that suffocating place...well, it’s not bad.”

She sat up again and asked, "Isn't the moon pretty tonight, boss?"

Luo Qiu looked up and said softly: "The full moon."

Nero suddenly blinked his eyes and said: "Speaking of which, boss...are you really not going to get me some clothes? Or do you like me more like this? I don't mind, but I also charge a fee, okay? And Very expensive.”

Luo Qiu waved his hand, and a set of clothes that Nero wore the same way fell from the air and landed in front of this body with countless scars... It was dense like a spider web, making people feel ferocious. Old scars.

"Thanks."

She dressed generously.